It was hardly surprising. I guessed she must have had him at an early age.“Hi, Steve. Jeff’s not here at the moment.”“Where is he?” I asked,...surprised at his absence. We had made arrangements.“He went off to a car rally in Harwood with Bob.”Bob was Jeff’s stepdad. I figured he was at least ten years older than Jeff’s mom. He was a bald man of heavy build and very few words. He always wore the same blue boiler suit and spent most of his time in the workshop. I had the impression Mrs. Kirby. ..”“So soft ... so smooth. I love this feel. Do you like it, too?”“Like it? I’m delirious. But shouldn’t I... ?”“No. This is what you’re built for. All this lovely smoothness? When you’re on your back, I have to work to stoke it here.”“Oh, Jeff. Yes ... Right there!”“Sh. Just a tiny bit more lubrication, and when you’re on your knees like this, gravity does almost all the work. There, now.”... “Oh. Almost ... Yes, Jeff ... Ahh! ... Ahhh!”“Shhh ... Oh, darling! You are so responsive. So. Maybe more stretch than yours.”During the day, we updated maps, monitored news media, did sleep teaching, and had workshops on what had been learned.Secret channelsAt the evening briefing, I had some unusual good news. “Today, John Scali, a diplomatic reporter for ABC News, was contacted by Alexsandr Fomin, officially a Counselor of the Embassy, and actually the KGB Station Chief (i.e., rezident). Scali had used Fomin as a source, and apparently trust built between them. Today, Fomin called. I got myself into a position where it was like I was doing pushups over her, she moved a bit trying to give me room. Then it happened, my cock had grazed her leg, it wasn’t a full contact touch but just enough for me to notice and she noticed as well. She let out a light moan as I moved over her. When I finally got to the other side of her I took my place and put my hands where they were on her other leg. Her head was turned in my direction as I began to assist her again. A few times I caught.